When we were kids, my friend Catherine and I both spent a lot of time in doctor’s waiting rooms. This weekend on our retreat we were reminiscing about a book of stories we would read while waiting. The stories were always parables about good character, with a Christian flavor.
There was a story about some kids who started a club that left surprise packages for neighbors and shut-ins, and one about a selfish boy who always grabbed the biggest piece of pie or cake for himself. His mother set up a family feast in which the biggest and tastiest-looking items were the nastiest: chocolate candy filled with something bitter, a hollow pie. The boy learned his lesson that day and always waited for the others to choose first.
We remembered the stories vividly, but couldn’t remember the name of the book. Well, today Catherine tracked it down: Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories. Anybody else remember them?